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Don’t ever forget that Donna Summer was a bad ass bitch

Let’s hop in the way back machine to 19 mother-fucking 79, my friends. Disco was all the rage, and the birth control pill flipped the sexual game right on it’s fat, stupid head. Enter Donna Summer, and the song, “Hot Stuff.”
Women no longer had to worry about the reproductive repercussions of acting on their natural instincts. Women have always been the ones resisting sex, because if they’re not careful, they’re the ones that got pregnant by the act, and if you’re not looking for a baby that can be a real buzz kill. I don’t think guys can even imagine the conflicted feeling where there’s an itch that you really want to scratch, but if you do scratch it, you’re gonna wind up being out of commission for most of a year, and then have a child to raise for the next 18, and most likely you don’t have the money to care for it. That reality really put the brakes on sexual desire, until the magic that is the birth control pill came along.
For the first time in human history all they had to do was swallow this little thing every day, and they could get hot sperm pumped into them by the bucket without a worry in the world.

That, and disco, opened the door for Donna Summer.
Just stop and think about the difference between the 50′s and what kinda shit Donna Summer was rocking 20 years later.
Pause for a second and consider these lyrics, all sung by this sexy black chick with an amazing body and a voice that just screamed sex. Big, fat, juicy lips painted bright red moaned these lyrics, and she’s in Lingerie on the cover of the fucking album.

“… Gonna bring a wild man back home.
Gotta have some hot love baby this evening, I need some hot stuff baby tonight, I want some hot stuff baby this evening, gotta have some loving, got to have love tonight..”

Are you fucking shitting me? I mean was there anything even remotely similar in the 50′s? Not a god damned fucking chance. They used to freak out when Elvis thrust his pelvis around onstage, and 20 years later here’s this hot bitch in heat begging for dick, and it’s a gigantic hit song.
There was no Facebook to blow up their spot, and the diseases were few and far between. Even if you did catch something exotic, all you had to do was take a shot of penicillin and you were back in action in a week.

There was no texting, no cell phones, so there was a different type of urgency when it came to fucking. You had to get it while it was there. Women were running around, doing cocaine and taking hot loads from guys they barely knew.
If must have been a fucking fantastic time to be alive.